Date: Sun, 8 Feb 2009 14:34:33 +0000
From: alex.carbine@sky.com
Subject: Devon knows how they make them so creamy 6
Chapter Six
The Bath
Jon's arse was sore when he woke up, but he was also contented with
the way things had gone. He thought his characterisation of Ham was really
realistic! Over the next few days Ham seemed to be a bit less distant, a
little more companionable.
They were taking a rest in the conservatory one afternoon, when Ham
came out with the surprising comment, "You know it's about time we tried to
really communicate." Jon thought they were already as nearly all the day
Ham was chatting about something or other, and Jon joined in as well. Ham
looked at Jon for a few seconds and then Jon heard in his head 'No, Jon!
Really communicate'
This truly astounded Jon. The only thing so far that had spoken
directly to his head was the machine in the Den. He did not realise a
person-to-person link was able. He was about to ask how this could be
achieved when Ham answered his question, again in his head. 'Surely you
must have thought that if the machine can speak to you, so can I.... as I
can speak with the machine as well. Think of it like the theory of radio we
were talking of last week. The machine has finely tuned us, so it can
communicate with us, and as we used that particular frequency, we should be
able to communicate between ourselves. It's not really like that, but it's
a good analogy.'
Jon was awe struck by the idea. Then he suddenly thought about
privacy and the lack of it. If we can talk, then maybe we can see each
other's thoughts. Ham laughed out loud and said that he had been reading
Jon's thoughts for some time. 'But what about when.... I mean some of my
thoughts have involved you!' Ham said the Jon was not to worry about it and
that he was proud that Jon thought of him so highly, and so intimately! Jon
immediately started to blush with embarrassment. Then the strangest of
pictures came into Jon's head. He was looking at himself through Ham's
eyes. Then he could hear and 'feel' everything that Ham was
experiencing. It was all too much and he struggled to distance himself from
it all. Ham stopped broadcasting and Jon took a few seconds to get
'himself' back together again. "That was awesome," Jon said, "Can I do it
again?" "Only if I let you, and that is what I need to teach you, so you
can have some privacy. It will soon be as natural as breathing - an
autonomous response."
For the rest of the day Jon, under Ham's tuition, mastered the art
of raising a block to his 'listening'. He could not, however, block the
voice of the machine. So it was a very mentally tired Jon that went up for
his bath that evening after dinner. He undressed and wore his towelling
robe as he ran his bath. He was sitting in the warm water when he
mind-heard Ham ask, "Do you want me to wash your back Jon?" Jon was
immediately shy of being actually in-the-flesh naked in the presence of Ham
but could not say 'No' so he sent back, "OK, and can you bring me a drink,
please."
Soon Ham knocked on the bathroom door and came in with the
drink. Jon was surprised to see Ham was wearing one of his knee-length silk
robes and matching slippers. He put the drink down on the white marble
surface next to the sink, then came and sat on the chair beside the bath
near Jon's head. It was the type of bath that was free-standing, sitting on
four claw legs, with the hot and cold taps on the ends of pipes that came
up out of the floor, so one could walk all the way round it. He just could
not stretch to his orange juice drink, so Jon stood up, stepped onto the
mat on the floor and reached out and took it in both hands. As he drank he
turned back to his bath, and faced Ham, his face almost covered by the
glass. He looked along the glass and realised he could see up the robe
between Ham's legs. Ham opened his legs a bit wider, looking at Jon's
face. Jon tried to probe Ham's mind but could not pass his block. Then Ham
moved, just a little, and his robe fell to either side of his legs, as he
had not tightened up the belt when he sat down. He continued to watch Jon's
face. Jon stopped drinking and put the glass back on the marble
surface. Then he turned and climbed back into the bath, and, seemingly as
an afterthought turned his back on Ham, put one hand on the bath side and
stretched as far as he could to push the glass away from the edge another
inch or so. It was then that Ham shared his vision of Jon's little arse,
with it's clearly viewed pink arse hole. Jon stayed in the same position
for a couple of seconds before he began to share the senses of Ham as
well. He felt excitement, pleasure, buttocks sitting on the chair, hands in
the robe's pockets, and slightly cooler air on Ham's slowly unfolding
cock. Jon almost lost his balance, as he quickly turned round to look at
Ham's crutch. Sure enough the sitting man was getting an erection, and he
could feel it as though it was his. He looked down at his cock, and saw he
was half hard. He captured the feeling of his own erection in process and
sent it to Ham, who said quietly "Well done," as Jon was aware that the
picture in his brain was now of his own erection growing. He watched, as if
he was looking at himself in a mirror, as his hand reached down to his cock
and started slowly wanking it, seeing through Hams' eyes, whilst feeling it
from inside his own body, all the while broadcasting his senses to Ham.
He watched as Ham's cock grew to stand up out of his lap seeing
that the pubic hair had been removed, probably shaved he thought. "Hair
remover" mind-spoke Ham, who then stood up and removed his robe completely,
throwing it over the chair, but retaining a blue and white tube, which had
been in one of the pockets. Jon received a stick-man picture of the
thoughts of Ham and smiled back with a nod. He climbed out of the bath and
came round to Ham to stand in front of him. He watched as the man's dick
jumped about every 5 seconds as he pumped his erection. Jon could feel and
see everything Ham could, and he tried his best to reciprocate his
feelings, the excitement he now felt as he knew what Ham wanted of him, as
the man handed him the tube of lubricant. He squeezed a clear line of it
into his palm and ran that hand up and down the smooth, shaved cock. Having
ensured that the cock was well lubricated the boy put some lube on his
fingertips. He put one leg up on the bath and poked the fingers into his
boy-cunt, putting more on his fingers and again lubing the entrance and
interior of his canal. When he was ready he leaned with his hands on the
bath side, his legs apart, his head back and hollowed his back so that his
hole invited the man's cock. He watched from Ham's view as he knelt down
and ran his middle finger down the boy's crack until the tip centred on the
hole, feeling the finger insert itself easily, as he watched it go up to
the knuckle. He saw the back of his loose hanging balls and how his stiff
cock ran parallel with the floor, jumping with excitement. He felt Ham take
hold of his hard, meat stick, stand up, pull back his foreskin and put the
purple head to the brown crinkled entrance. Ham felt as it invaded Jon
sphincter, the sharp pain as the rim of his head stretched the muscle, the
relief that the entry was over, the sheer joy as his cock slipped in deep
and deeper, whilst Jon concentrated on the feelings he was receiving as the
head was compressed as it entered, the heat of the insides; he knew when it
slid past his prostate, both by the feeling of a subtle lump from the cock
and the exhilarating muscular pang from his own feelings. The link of their
minds as they started to fuck brought both their climaxes on quickly, as
each could feel the other's building, thereby fuelling their own. As Ham
came copiously deep inside Jon, the boy pumped his spunk onto the side of
the bath. The action of his pumping spasm made the man pump, which made the
boy pump again and so on. Finally their bodies could not maintain such a
closed loop feedback, Jon watch as the cock withdrew from his bottom,
streaked with cum and Ham felt the emptiness of the boy now he had
withdrawn. He wiped his nob on a towel and sat down. Jon stood holding the
bath side as his dilated, red sore, open hole dripped spunk. He pushed a
few times carefully so as not to crap himself, and then he reached round
and rubbed his hole to help it close. Ham watched and gently wanked his
not-so-hard-but-still-standing erection. Jon knelt in front of him and Ham
watched from the boy's aspect as he went down on his cock, licking it to
clean it up. Jon could feel his tongue making its way round the head and
shaft, being careful as he could sense how sensitive it was after fucking
his tight tube. It was Ham's turn to sit wide-kneed, with his head hung
back in near sexual exhaustion. Then a quiet voice in the tired elder
male's head whispered, "When can we do this again?"
More to cum later .....